delicious redowa with him."
"He looked like a grasshopper in a fit when he did the new step. Laurie and I
couldn't help laughing. Did you hear us?"
"No, but it was very rude. What were you about all that time, hidden away
there?"
Jo told her adventures, and by the time she had finished they were at home.
With many thanks, they said good night and crept in, hoping to disturb no one,
but the instant their door creaked, two little nightcaps bobbed up, and two sleepy
but eager voices cried out...
"Tell about the party! Tell about the party!"With what Meg called 'a great want of manners' Jo had saved some bonbons
for the little girls, and they soon subsided, after hearing the most thrilling events
of the evening.
"I declare, it really seems like being a fine young lady, to come home from
the party in a carriage and sit in my dressing gown with a maid to wait on me,"
said Meg, as Jo bound up her foot with arnica and brushed her hair.
"I don't believe fine young ladies enjoy themselves a bit more than we do, in
spite of our burned hair, old gowns, one glove apiece and tight slippers that
sprain our ankles when we are silly enough to wear them." And I think Jo was
quite right.
CHAPTER FOUR
BURDENS
"Oh, dear, how hard it does seem to take up our packs and go on," sighed
Meg the morning after the party, for now the holidays were over, the week of
merrymaking did not fit her for going on easily with the task she never liked.